I'm really starting to wonder why I can't have normal dreams, like most people. Mind you, I'd never change it, but I digress. So, of course, I had a long nap this afternoon ( a good four hours, really ), and had another very strange and detailed dream.

The dream started off that I was dreaming that I was asleep and dreaming. If that makes any sense, whatsoever. It was all dark around me, and very foggy. I was watching my dream self sleep, and an angelic looking man was standing next to my bed. He leaned down by my ear, moving some hair out of my face and whispered "I'll come to you, when it's all over."

From that point onward, the dream was seen through my eyes as if I were experiencing it and not just watching it like a movie. I found myself waking up in bed, in a beautiful house. It wasn't a HUGE house, but it was very nice. Apparently, I was married to a man and we lived in that house, in a small village.

The man I was married to was tall, with a very thin build, like a runner's body although it appeared he was very strong as well. He looked a lot like the angelic man from when I had been asleep, with pale, white skin and delicate facial features and dark, stormy eyes. He had long hair, pulled back into a loose braid, with strands of hair falling over his face as he sat at the table, writing. In the early morning light, his hair was an indeterminate colour other than it was light in colour.

He looked up, with a smile and commented how I was up early. I told him how I felt like I needed to be up, like something was going to happen. He agreed, turning to stare out the window and told me how the darkness at the edge of town was growing. The darkness was a great wooded area to the north of our town, where it seemed something dwelled and anybody who went there became infected with a great evil, of anger and hatred. It usually fed on them until they either died of sickness or committed suicide, and so nobody ever ventured there.

It seems that a small child had wandered into the darkness the night before, and although "innocent" souls usually couldn't be harmed, somebody would have to venture into that area to find the lost child. I got a bad feeling, but he got to his feet and told me he had to run some errands. I tried to object, fearing he was going to go try to find the child, but he kissed my forehead and said he would be back soon.

I felt paralyzed as he went outside and I heard his motorcycle pull away. He hadn't put away his writing, so I decided to read it, curious as to what he had been writing. The paper read;

"Kassaundra, I'll come to you when it's all over. I will come back, I promise. - Six" (Apparently, my mind doesn't make up names very well...)

I knew right then that I needed to stop him, and rushed out to my motorcycle, following the back alleyways to the North end of town. The whole time, I feared I was too late to stop him, which was confirmed as I got to the wooden stairs that lead to the plateau. His motorbike sat by the foot of the stairs and there was no sign of him anywhere.

People were beginning to gather when a small child emerged from the forest and ran to his mother's arms. Another form slowly made his way out, and I ran to him.

"Six!" I cried out. Six's hair had fallen out of the loose braid, and now cascaded down over his back and shouders. He seemed badly injured and something was different about his eyes. Evil was rising in him, I could tell. He collapsed into my arms, exhausted. "You came back." I said softly.

"I promised."

He reached to a pouch he had on his hip, which held a long dagger and handed it to me, knowing that I knew he was infected with the darkness and I'd have to end his life, so he wouldn't suffer with it and go insane.

"Please..."

They sky had turned a dark grey as I ended Six's life, and as he died in my arms, it began to rain a warm rain all around us.

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That was pretty much the extent of the dream. I woke up just after that, and that was all.